We had some nice lamb bits in a brown sauce. These weird spicy quesadilla things. You know I don't know what we ate. It was good. And there was rice. And also creamy spinach, which was my favorite.

I learned that whiskey was about 85 calories a shot. So we drank water in between the toasts and shots.

We didn't eat everything. I'm telling you, it was a good conversation. Way better than anyone around us, I'll tell you that. But I left feeling full in my stomach and warm inside.

The rest of the day I ate those crazy cookie-diet cookies, except for one-quarter of a piece of a vegan grilled cheese sandwich that was made near my desk on a George Foreman grill.

Anything grilled is good for you, I hear, and the vegan cheese tasted just like the "real" thing.

Even though Monday felt like a splurge day, I know I won't slip into my old routine. One reason is because of this ESPN shirt that has been sitting in my closet for a while.

I got it as a gift, and it was a little tight to get into. It's a black shirt, so I pretended that no matter how far out my belly jutted, you couldn't see it because of the color of the shirt. So wrong, and one day someone teased me about the little baby I was seemingly carrying around.

The ESPN shirt was tossed to the back of the closet.

On Monday, after my hike, I was feeling particularly cocky, so I dug around, found the shirt and put it on.